"Master......" Ren Xing walked up to Zhu Houwei with a sad face and said: "Master, this year's Hundred Flowers Award in Huzhou Mansion has been cancelled ......"

Zhu Houwei was stunned and asked, "Cancellation?" Why cancel. ”

Ren Xing said depressedly: "The slave maid also asked, the art halls heard that the palace is also going to participate in this year's competition, and it is Miss Lin who participates, and they all say that Miss Lin is the most popular girl in Huzhou, and they will definitely not be able to fight if they want to, rather than taking their own humiliation, it is better to quit directly......"

"Self-inflicted humiliation? Exit directly? Zhu Houwei sneered: "This is a typical nonsense with your eyes open, a hundred flowers and an Oiran competition, these art galleries are all flocking to each other every year, what is the reason?"

Could it be that in previous years, these art hall participants thought that their girls would be sure of victory? Joke!

Every year, such an event is the best time to increase the popularity of their own girls, and it can also bring a lot of income, why should they not fight?

To put it bluntly, it's not that I don't want to, but I don't dare, this king has never let the women of the palace participate in such an event in recent years, and now they are participating for the first time, they dare not give this face, and they are also worried that their girls will accidentally steal the limelight of the palace, which will cause the jealousy of the king, so they would rather give up than go to this troubled water.

If the palace participates every year, you will see if these art galleries will still say such a thing as self-inflicted humiliation, it seems that this king has worked hard to let the people of Huzhou know that he is a virtuous king and a benevolent king over the years, but their fear of this king in their bones has never diminished. ”

Ren Xing said with a smile: "What the master said, the master's brother is the true dragon son of heaven, the master and the emperor are the same mother, and naturally they are also true dragons, how can mortals not be afraid of the true dragon, aren't they afraid of thunder and smashing them into ashes."

Zhu Houwei scolded with a smile: "The imperial brother is a real dragon, this king is at best a head Jiao, as the so-called one mountain does not allow two tigers, how can there be two real dragons in this world, you old man, if these words are heard by the two long histories, I can't say that I want to participate in you, and maybe even this king won't be able to protect you at that time."

Ren Xing said with a smile: "How harmonious the relationship between the master and the emperor is, how can he be provoked by outsiders, even if he looks at the face of the slave and maid who has served the master for many years, the emperor is not willing to use a knife against the slave and maid."

"Okay, you'll tell." Zhu Houwei waved his hand and said: "Everyone has their own ambitions, since they don't want to offend the king, then forget it, and then directly announce that Miss Lin will be the head of this year's Hundred Flowers to represent Huzhou to Hangzhou to participate in the Oiran Competition."

"The slave understands."

In the blink of an eye, it is the end of the year.

At the end of this year, there seems to be something missing for the people of Huzhou, and the traditional entertainment project of the Hundred Flowers Award has not been held for some reason, so that those who can't afford to go to the art hall have one less chance to feast their eyes.

In addition, the catastrophe in the middle of the year made Huzhou City look a little depressed, but with the arrival of Chinese New Year's Eve, the strong smell of the year still filled the entire Huzhou City.

The streets are full of lights, and the doors of every house are pasted with couplets, and the richer people buy new clothes for their children, and the poorer ones also squeeze their pockets to buy more meat to reward themselves for a year of hard work.

The Yongwang Mansion was also filled with a festive atmosphere, Zhu Houwei was the only idler in the palace, he had nothing to do all day, and there was almost no big difference between the New Year and the usual days for him.

Sister Yu carefully took care of her makeup in front of the bronze mirror, these days she slept every night, and the woman who had endured the grace of rain and dew now looked radiant, adding a bit of the coquettish charm of a mature woman.

The Wu sisters combed Sister Yu'er's hair and took care of the headdress, and there was always a lingering faint resentment on her face.

The two daughters were rescued by the prince and returned to the palace, and they didn't have any extravagant hopes, they just wanted to be a rough girl, if they could make a bed and warm quilt for the prince, then this life would not be in vain.

didn't expect them to become the prince's personal servants, and the two maids of the prince looked at them with envy, which let the two girls know that they were not actually maids, but concubines who were likely to be accepted in the future.

If it is an ordinary concubine of a large family, it may not be a kind of luck, the low status, and the harsh treatment of the eldest woman are enough to make any concubine live in the water and fire.

But the palace is different, who dares to covet the prince's concubine, why should the prince let his concubine accompany the guests, as for the transfer, it is nonsense.

The children born to the concubines of rich and noble families have almost no possibility of inheriting the family business, because even the head of the family himself does not dare to guarantee that the concubines will definitely be their own species, but in the royal family does not exist, the real application of the four words "mother by son" is the royal family and the real giant family.

The sisters of the Wu family who have careful thoughts are the same as Sister Yu'er, who has just entered the palace, and what they are thinking about is when the prince will be able to take him in, for this day Sister Yu has waited for five or six years, Sister Yu can afford to wait, and the Wu sisters also feel that they can afford to wait, but now that the prince and Sister Yu have a round house, what about them? When will I get the chance?

The two sisters are anxious, the Son of Heaven will get married next year, and it is said that he will set up a concubine for the prince, men, whether it is to show their noble status or to spread out the family, or just for the sake of preference, women are naturally more and more good, how many people can there be in this world like the first emperor, there is only one woman, how many emperors can there be, and nine out of nine men in the world are not lustful?

In short, there will inevitably be more and more women in this palace, and I don't know how many women want to enter the palace with their heads up.

The Wu sisters are confident in their appearance, if they are not pretty, they may not be selected as priestesses to sacrifice to the Dragon King, but the fragrance is fleeting, and the most unreliable thing for women is their appearance.

Wu Xueyu thought about it and was in a trance, the comb was lightly pulled, Sister Yu looked back at the stunned Wu Xueyu and said angrily: "What do you think, look at your flushed face and peach blossoms, is this spring heart?" The slave family waited for almost six years to get the favor of the prince, why did the two of you climb into the prince's bed so quickly? ”

When Wu Xueyu was said like this, her face suddenly turned ashamed as if she was ripe and said: "My sister is used to making fun of others, so people don't want to."

"It's strange to believe you." Sister Yu smiled and smiled, not believing Wu Xueyu's words.